Without question, The Church would not let them disengage so easily this time.
Hidden inside the translucent cabin, the mages and soldiers watched everything unfold nervously. The earlier clash had given them great confidence in Benjamin, but now, The Church seemed to have been forced to reveal even its trump card. The sheer scale of it was staggering. In everyone's eyes, Benjamin's figure at the stern looked somewhat slight when compared to the gigantic humanoid image.
Could they really escape...
Most of the mages in this group were mediocre at best. All they could do was hide in the cabin and watch, a powerful sense of helplessness rising in their hearts. In that moment, they desperately wanted to know the secret behind The Church's combined spellcasting. If they knew it, then at least they could chant at the side like those priests and offer Benjamin some support, such as mental energy, instead of being unable to do anything like this.
Could they really do nothing but stand by, unable to help at all?
Maurice's expression changed again and again. Suddenly, he turned his head, his gaze falling upon the unconscious princess.
"We... can do this."
A low murmur of discussion rose inside the cabin.
At the same time, the humanoid image in the sky moved. Grant maintained exactly the same speed as the ice ship, raising his right hand and clenching it into a fist, every movement brimming with ritualistic solemnity. The golden humanoid image raised its fist as well, like his giant projection. Its carriage-sized fist slowly aimed at the ice ship.
Then, Grant suddenly swung his right fist down!
Boom!
The enormous fist crashed down fiercely onto the Deep Sea Domain!
In that instant, the blue runes floating within the domain trembled violently. Even the ice ship protected